Greg Costello

With eyes of lapis lazuli,
And laughter soaked with unbound joy,
And spirit bold and thoughts carefree,
My role is just to let her be.
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A sniper by the hot tap lay,
Turned upside-down in battle grey,
Soaking in a pool of water,
Deserted by my impish daughter.
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A silver, slimline, sparkling nymph,
Stole into view, looked heaven sent,
Her modest, unassuming smile,
But served to sharpen my intent.
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This laboured Labrador went waddling by,
His awkward gait the legacy of time,
The tragic loss of youth's vitality,
What once were walks, now mountains he must climb.
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This poem suggests that youngest Fionn McCool,
Found tough the challenges of early school,
And pointless he attend some fledgeling college,
Prior to gaining all one fishes knowledge.
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When eating began for young Tom as a laddie,
His dinner unfailingly, came from the 'paddy'.
Japonicas, Indicas, he'd gulp down with glee,
Aromatics and Glutinous, munched avidly.
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Whilst waiting for a cranial MRI,
The person to my right, began to pry.
'Are they searching for some fatal tumour? '
'Just a brain, ' replied my driest humour.
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Untaxed beneath her frail frame,
The sturdy armchair squatted.
Her hands, that had yielded all opacity,
Dangled loosely from cardiganed wrists,
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When I go to my sod surround,
And next I'm summoned from above? ,
To all the angels I'll expound,
My life was filled with deepest love.
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'That's a Stormtrooper there, but with ginger hair, '
I heard the kid say to the man.
'Is he really that white? ', the lad said in fright,
Questioning a complete lack of tan.
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I'm just a young wildebeest, and to say the very least,
Not all that appealing to the eye,
Yet 'round these plains, between crocs and manes,
By the grace of God, go I.
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If horses rode jockeys, not the reverse,
Trainers instructions to nags, would be terse-

'Your mode of conveyance's legs, number two,
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Our incontinent puppy called Bella,
Stood sheepish like some guilty young fella,
As I opened the door,
The brown streak on the floor,
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He drilled and filled and root canaled,
But it ended with dry socket.
The toothless gum ached far less than,
The cavity in my pocket.
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A symptom of a national recession,
Is widespread and collective depression,
Employees from every profession,
Just surviving, but at what concession.
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